A/N: Why can't I write happy things well. Oh well. This is a quick one shot.

Disclaimer: If I owned Newsies it wouldn't be nearly the same

Gotta get drunker, gotta get drunker. It was tonight you monster tonight.

He nodded to the bartender. "Another." His fingers drummed, his body shaking a little from the slow buzz. "In fact, just go ahead and give me another four."

"That goes beyond what you've paid me-"

"Then here!" he shoved his hand in his pocket and dropped the money in his hands. "Give me as much alcohol as this will buy alright?"

The bartender rolled his eyes but took the money. "Alcoholics," he mumbled.

Spot wasn't sober enough to care. His only thoughts were of the bottle, that sweet bottle, and the dark abyss that came with it.

The smell of rum and a swollen, bruised body.

'Stop crying you little shit! Can she cry? Not anymore, thanks to you.'

Not drunk enough, gotta get drunker you monster, gotta get drunker.

He gripped the bottle to his chest. "D-d-d-did you know i-i-it was t-t-tonight?" he whispered to the tender. "Tonight!" he suddenly roared, laughing to himself.

"Alright Spot," he said, pulling away the untouched bottles. "I think you're done."

Her cold and shaking hands. 'Wanna go somewhere with me Johnny?'

'Where mama?'

'California. I saw a picture once. Blue hills.'

'Hills can't be blue mama. Mama, why are you shaking?'

'Blue hills.'

"Spot! Spot!"

His body jolted, he looked up from the ground. "What?"

"You need to go home buddy. You passed out for a second there."

Spot laughed. "Passed out."

The waitress shook her head. "It's closing time darling. You gonna be able to make it home?"

He laughed. "I'm the King of New York! I can do anything!" He made a move to stand, before falling backwards. "Oh. Hi ground."

She sighed. "Alright then buddy, we'll call Trash for you. You stay right here."

'Daddy, what's wrong with mama?'

'Daddy. Daddy, look at me.'

'Daddy, will you move please?'

'Daddy, when are you going to stop sitting there?'

'Daddy, the neighbors say the house stinks.'

'Daddy, why won't Mommy move?'

'Daddy, I'm hungry.'

'Daddy, the man says he wants the rent.'

'Daddy, the people say they need mama's body.'

'Daddy, why are you hitting me?'

"Not drunk enough," Spot murmured. "Never can be drunk enough."

"We talked about this Spot," a calm voice said.

"Hey Trash," Spot said, eyes glued to the floor. "Did you know it was tonight?"

"Ya, Spotty. It was tonight. I know it was tonight. Come on."

Spot chuckled emptily, clutching onto Trash's arm.

"I killed her tonight Trash. I killed my mother tonight."

"I know Spot. You didn't mean too. I know."

And they walked; Spot's shaking body clinging to Trash's stable one, into the night."

It was tonight.

R and R please?